by fell » Sun Dec 23, 2001 9:50 am
I too was once a naughty camper- the smell of burning marshmallows still reminds me of the first time i kissed a girl. I may be a twisted bint, but there's no denying it: i have a camp fetish, too. Sleeping bags, canoes, even bug spray makes horny. I'm sure the only cure is more naughty camp fic, so get cracking, girl!
You give great Flutie, too. I can so see him as a dorky camp director.
[This message has been edited by fell (edited December 23, 2001).]
by CaptMurdock » Sun Dec 23, 2001 11:54 am
quote:
Originally posted by fell:
, even bug spray makes horny.
All of a sudden, I don't feel so strange.
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"Good God, that's a lot of shake!"
by nika » Wed Dec 26, 2001 6:42 am
by Tempest819 » Wed Dec 26, 2001 6:56 am
by Zahir » Wed Dec 26, 2001 7:42 am
Thanks so much for writing and posting it.
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"O let my name be in the Book of Love.
If it be there, I care not of
That other book Above...
Strike it out! Or write it in anew.
But let it be in the Book of Love!"
--Omar Kyam
by Rane » Wed Dec 26, 2001 11:15 am
thanks for reading!
by Divine Princess Fuchsia » Wed Dec 26, 2001 12:51 pm
by fell » Wed Dec 26, 2001 2:15 pm
by orion » Wed Dec 26, 2001 11:24 pm
But seriously your doing a wonderful job
by Rane » Thu Dec 27, 2001 2:09 pm
umm, surprise! here's an update! hope you like.
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The next eighteen hours seemed endless to Willow. The rest of the day and evening she spent in a Tara daze, not really paying attention at all the different orientation functions that she attended with Buffy. She figured she knew all the camp rules, safety instructions and emergency protocol since she was most definitely one of the few counselors that actually read the manual before coming to orientation. She even brought it with her.
After lunch, Buffy had held Willow up at the dining hall to talk about some of the cabin decorations she was going to go make during the break. Willow ooh’d and nodded not really paying attention to her best friend. She honestly didn’t care what they looked like, she just wanted to see Tara again. They hadn’t lunched together since the camp staff was off doing the obstacle courses throughout the campgrounds to build solidarity within the group and so they had a cook out in the field. The counselors would be doing it the following morning and Willow was not looking forward to waking up at five a.m., climbing walls in the forest or participating in the “trust fall”.
Willow candidly thought about the two hours that she would spend with Tara alone as she headed towards the stables. Suddenly the redhead frowned as a thought popped up. She couldn’t forget the horses no matter how much it made her tummy woozy. But if she had to be around horses just to be able to spend the time with Tara she’d do it. She needed to figure out a way to have them meet elsewhere as well.
Although she was already fifteen minutes late, she slowly walked up to the barn, lost in thoughts of silky blonde hair and doe shaped blue eyes. Ruby red lips and… Willow tripped on an overgrown root three paces from her destination and stumbled forward falling face first to the ground.
“Ugh,” she cried as she rose up and wiped the dirt off her hand with her jeans. “Brilliant, Willow. Just brilliant.” She chided herself under her breath. Leave it to Willow Rosenberg to sure know how to make an entrance.
At last she reached the stable and called out lightly, “Tara?” as she stood by the exceedingly large doorframe.
“In here.” Came a soft voice from inside.
“Hey, it’s Willow.” She muttered as she entered cautiously. “Willow… with the horse phobia.” She murmured aloud. ‘You dummy’, she chided herself. She’d read somewhere horses could feel emotions and these sure did, they began to snort in response to her.
As Tara appeared from an empty pen near the back of the stables, Willow thought she looked so cute with her tousled blouse and some stray hay attached to her jeans. There was even some hay in her hair. “Shhh,” Tara admonished the horses with an even cuter furrowed brow. As she slowly walked up to her Willow watched Tara run her fingers through her hair looking for any dried grass.
“Hi.” The blonde smiled once she reached Willow and threw aside some of the hitchhiking hay with a small grin. She proceeded to pull her hair into a ponytail.
“Hi.” Willow said again. “You have some hay on your chest,” she mentioned with a smile as she extended her hand to grab it. Her eyes widened when she realized that her hands were moving all on their own and she had to have been staring somewhere in particular to notice the stray feed. She quickly retracted her hand and said, “I’m sorry. I noticed that because you have some hay on your chest and not because I was… I wasn’t looking- I…“ She shook her head not knowing how to remedy her lack of discretion. Nervously, she held her hands behind her back.
Tara suppressed a smile as she looked down and fanned the hay away. “Thank you.”
“Sure.”
Both girls stood in place a bit restless, Willow rocking back and forth from foot to foot as Tara crossed and uncrossed her arms over her body.
“Y-you don’t have to do this,” the blonde spoke first, “We can pretend.”
“Pretend?” Willow didn’t understand what she meant.
“The h-horses. The stables. You d-don’t have to… be here.” Tara gazed at the ground.
Willow smiled shyly as soon as Tara’s eyes connected with hers. “I want to.” Willow saw Tara grin and her body relax a bit. “I’m sorry I’m late. Buffy was, um… Buffy was talking, as usual. Not that that is all she does. It’s just…” Willow held her breath not knowing what to say.
“She seems very nice.” Tara mentioned breaking the silence.
“She is. She’s my best friend it’s just sometimes… you know?” Tara’s blank stare answered her question. “Sometimes it’s just too much. I like quiet. Sometimes. But it’s hard to get quiet, my mind is always on, always thinking, always doing things… As is my mouth right now apparently. Sorry.” Willow quickly rolled her eyes as she lightly shook her head and sighed.
Tara smiled at the redheads babble. “Quiet is good. But so is talking. Sometimes.” Tara chuckled a bit.
“Yeah.” Willow grinned. She didn’t want it to be quiet with Tara. She wanted to hear her voice, watch her giggle, tell her stories… She didn’t understand the response she had with the blonde, she felt as if she knew Tara already and they were simply catching up on old times. But that wasn’t the case at all. They had met yesterday. They touched yesterday. “You felt it too, right? I wasn’t making that up?” she blurted out as soon as her green eyes connected with Tara’s blues.
Tara silently nodded as looked at her own right hand. It seemed to Willow that she even caressed it. “You’re a w-witch.” Tara softly stated her eyes not looking at her for the moment.
Willow quickly shook her head. “Oh, no. No. I just… I’m not… I don’t think I am. I mean, I’ve thought about it before but I’ve never-“
“Hey.” Oz’s voice suddenly rose up from behind the redhead as his left hand touched one of her shoulders.
“Oz, hi!” Willow jumped around startled by the newcomer. She quickly looked over to the blonde. “This is Oz.” Then, she remembered them walking into the dining hall together and shook her head slightly. “Oh, but you know him already, huh?” Her mind engrossed in the awkward moment asked Tara out of the blue, “Did you know Oz and I used to date? Last year. But not anymore. We’re still friends though. But no longer dating. Good friends.”
The blonde looked over at Oz and smirked. “He told me.”
Oz himself was a bit mystified by the comment. “Random much?” he asked as he pulled back a bit.
“What are you doing here?” Willow asked quite confused by his sudden appearance. She rubbed her palms on her jeans again just to do something with them. “I fell earlier.” She explained. “Lot’s of dirt on the ground.”
“Hence the saying, ‘the ground is dirty’” Oz joked.
Willow nervously laughed out loud. “Oh, you’re so funny, Oz… What are you doing here?” she asked trying not to be so accusatory about it but it came out that way none the less.
“Just came to check up on you. See how everything was going. Making sure you still had all your limbs.” Willows eyes widened at the last statement. “Relax, Willow,” Oz lovingly touched her face, “I’m kidding.”
Willow sighed in relief. “Right.”
Oz’s gaze turned to Tara and quickly clasped his hands together. “So, everything good?” He asked both of them.
“Yeah.” Willow nodded quite animated. “Yay for horsies.” She added courageously.
“Yes.” Tara added as she grinned at Willow’s comment.
Oz nodded and looked at both again. “Well, you two have fun then. See ya later.” the former boyfriend said as he turned to walk away.
“Bye.” Both girls uttered at the same time.
AS soon as Oz was out of view, Willow looked over at Tara and was about to say something but stopped herself and nervously wiggled her arms besides her. She was such a dork! Why did she say that about Oz? About the magic? She *was* a witch. Ok, not a very good one but she was still a witch. ‘A witch is a witch is a witch,’ she reminded herself.
“I think w-we should stick to the plan.” Tara interrupted her thoughts.
“Plan?”
“Help me clean out the pen?” Tara asked a bit hesitant as she motioned to the enclosure she had come out of.
Willow instantly nodded. “Yes. Of course… The horse isn’t in there right?”
Tara giggled, “No.”
“Oh.” Willow smiled. She’d only heard it a few times but already knew she loved Tara’s giggle. “Good.”
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The next two days of orientation flew by for the redhead. Willow thoughts forever clouded by a certain blonde. Whenever they were together they stuck to business though. No mentioning of electric jolts, or magic, or other things that accounted for their deep gazes and shy smiles. Just simple getting to know you chit chat was discussed as Tara taught Willow about horses and horseback riding.
Willow still refused to get on a horse but at least she was getting more and more comfortable around them. As Tara explained each horses individual personality and how to work with them Willow’s understanding of them increased. She was no longer afraid of them and didn’t see them anymore as just really big ponies. She even learned how to properly attach a saddle in case one day she went crazy and randomly decided she wanted to ride one of the horses with Tara.
The more they talked during their short visits together, Willow noticed how Tara had a certain way of looking at the world that Willow found endearing. She was smart and sweet. And, Tara grew to like the quirky redhead more every minute, her funny faces, her incessant babbling. However Willow noticed Tara hardly spoke about herself or her family. She could talk hours about a novel she’d read or a painting she loved but never anything too personal.
Willow had inexplicably told her everything about her life, about Sunnydale and the Hellmouth and Buffy, and there would be times Willow would ask the blonde a direct question and Tara would give her an evasive answer, changing the subject right afterwards. Willow didn’t know if Tara knew she knew but Willow wasn’t one to press either. She knew that if the blonde wanted to talk to her she would.
On the third day of orientation Willow was slowly raking up some hay in one of the stalls when she looked over at Tara standing across the barn from her. The blonde had on the cutest confused look on her face as she tried figuring out how in the world one of the stirrups got entangled like that with the saddle.
Willow smiled widely as she rested her chin on the top of the rake and stared at her friend. “I’m so glad you’re here. Donnie, he was the instructor last year- he could be such an ass sometimes. I didn’t like him.”
Tara giggled as she held her hand over her mouth and revealed, “Yeah, my brother can be a pain.”
Willow suddenly dropped the rake and it clamored loudly on the ground. Some horses snorted in fright. “Oh my god! I’m sorry. I didn’t-“
Tara quickly walked up to her and gently touched her forearm. “Don’t worry about it.”
“No, I’m so sorry.” Willow reached over and held her hand over the blondes’. “I- I insert my foot in my mouth all the time. I didn’t know. I mean, I shouldn’t have said that anyhow but-”
“Willow, it’s ok.” She sweetly squeezed Willow’s forearm. “These are our horses. We rent them out to the camp. It’s one of our barns.” She explained as she began to feel Willow softly, ever so softly, stroking her thin fingers with her thumb. “That’s w-why I’m here.” She finished realizing that this was their first caress.
‘So that is why the horse came when Tara called it. It knew her. They know her. They trust her’, Willow thought. “I’m very glad you’re here.” Willow sighed as she looked at Tara, her thumbs never ceasing their movement. Tara’s fingers were so soft, her grip so tender.
“Me too.” the blonde smiled shyly.
Off in the distance the tower bell bellowed out the after lunch break was over. Willow looked out towards the campgrounds and sighed. She didn’t want to leave. Her campers would be arriving in the morning and she was afraid everything would change. She’d had a little bit of heaven the last three days with Tara.
Tara delicately retracted her hand from under Willow’s and crossed her arms over her chest. “I guess I’ll see you then.” She murmured quietly.
Willow looked into her eyes and pleaded with them, “I don’t want to go.” She said, her voice laced with sadness.
Tara chuckled lightly once she realized Willow said what she’d been thinking herself, she didn’t want her to go either. She looked up to Willow she replied, “I don’t want you to go.”
“Why don’t you ever go to the bonfires?” the redhead asked completely off topic. The nightly bonfires were a camp tradition for counselors and staffers after lights out. Willow only went to the bonfire by the open field because as a counselor this year she was allowed to go and thought that was cool. Well, that, and the hopes of seeing Tara again. But Tara hadn’t come the last three nights and she figured this was a great way to hang out with her away from horses and stables and such.
“I, uh, I don’t sleep on campus. My house is a few minutes away.”
‘No wonder,’ Willow thought to herself. She had exhausted all venues sans blatantly asking her or stalking to figure out where the blonde was staying on campus. Counselors had their own cabins with their campers but most of the extra curricular instructors had little huts off towards the edge of the camp. It was a tight nit group of outsiders, and even though Willow knew most of them she never traveled there.
“Well, if you wanted to, you know, go to the bonfire tonight or some other night, I’m sure you can stay with me and Buffy. She snores though.” Willow tried to keep her tone light even though her throat was aching for Tara to accept.
Tara grinned again, she couldn’t believe Willow had invited her to sleep over. She was thrilled by the idea and slowly nodded. “But not tonight.” She added as she frowned slightly.
Willow’s smile faded. “Why not?”
“I need clothes and stuff. You know.”
“Right.” Willow grinned. She heard the second bell chime. Oh, how she wished it would go away and that she didn’t have to leave. But she did have to go and although it broke her heart she downheartedly mentioned, “I should go. I’m way late.”
“Yes.”
Answers like that made Willow bubble with glee inside. Who said ‘yes’ anymore? Only her, only Tara.
Awkwardly, both just stood there wondering how this goodbye would transpire. Willow gathered up all her courage and tentatively raised her arms up and moved forward capturing Tara in a sweet embrace. Tara lovingly squeezed her back as soon as the redhead enveloped all her senses. She noticed how their hearts beat strongly against their chests at the simple hug. Slowly pulling back she lovingly kissed Willow’s cheek, surprised by her own actions.
“Bye.” She said a hushed tone as her warm breath caressed the redheads ear.
Willow’s heart was beating so hard and fast she was afraid she’d just keel over and die. “Bye.” She answered breathlessly as she began to slowly and painfully walk away, hands still holding on to one another and gradually parting in mid air.
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TBC....
by emily 'first' » Thu Dec 27, 2001 2:32 pm
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vive,valeque.
by Warduke » Thu Dec 27, 2001 2:51 pm
Can’t wait for more.
by willow_thebadasswitch » Thu Dec 27, 2001 3:27 pm
by Charlie » Thu Dec 27, 2001 4:47 pm
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"Appalling. Almost as if they no longer believe money can buy happiness..."
by Dumbsaint » Thu Dec 27, 2001 5:56 pm
So so so good... with the babble and the longing Willow doesn't quite understand yet but doesn't seem to care that she doesn't understand because it feels so damned good and the... and the touches and the...
*bawls some more*
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Well, yeah. You know, wholesome in that naked, writhing heap of multi-bodied girlflesh way.
by xita » Thu Dec 27, 2001 8:49 pm
Rane, that's is so incredibly sweet. I just can't take it, they are both just so sweet and crushing so bad. "I don't want you to go..." 
by Katharyn » Thu Dec 27, 2001 10:26 pm
Katharyn
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She's my always
by Kajun » Thu Dec 27, 2001 10:39 pm
by Lonewolf » Fri Dec 28, 2001 12:11 am
Lonewolf
by AutumnT » Fri Dec 28, 2001 12:54 am
by mollyig » Fri Dec 28, 2001 2:16 am
Rane I love that you're so prolific - that's a not so subtle hint
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"To let this love survive would be the greatest gift that we could give"
Emily Saliers (Indigo Girls)
by fell » Fri Dec 28, 2001 7:17 am
I picture the same sort of setting for Tara's origin- rural California, like Cazadero Music Camp with trees and horses and pine needles in my sweat socks and pitch in my pony tail and marshmallows burning in the campfire and of course the bug spray. Sniff.
by Tempest819 » Fri Dec 28, 2001 9:20 am
by Zahir » Fri Dec 28, 2001 9:35 am
*sigh*
Good fic.
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"O let my name be in the Book of Love.
If it be there, I care not of
That other book Above...
Strike it out! Or write it in anew.
But let it be in the Book of Love!"
--Omar Kyam
by Divine Princess Fuchsia » Fri Dec 28, 2001 10:11 am
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''I am, you know''
''What?''
''Yours''
''Those of you who fall into my good graces will come to know me as Maggie. Those of you who don't will know me by the name my T.A's use and think I don't know about: The Evil Bitch Monster of Death''.
by Rane » Fri Dec 28, 2001 4:31 pm
short update: i'm trying to do daily updates and a lot of fic at a time but family still being here and all cuts much of my free time to beta myself.
glad to hear you all like it! it will get angsty and it will get sexy and it will get very buffyesque soon but for now it's just the pre-honeymoon phase. still trying to work out all the kinks. MC was awesome with her feedback. feedback is nice, knowing what you guys like and dont is so cool. if you dont understand something please let me know.
fell, fell, my darling fell! write me you silly rabbit! no more going off to nantuckett to live on a boat for three months and not write. if you do plan on taking off to thailand or somewhere exotic please email me!
and as for the rest of you kittens thank you so much for reading and writing!
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The next day the campers arrived at seven in the morning, and for the next six hours Willow had no time to rest. The eight 15 years olds she and Buffy were in charge of were too much to handle. So and so wanted a top bunk that was already taken by the time she’d lugged her two ton duffel bags to the cabin, another one wanted to call her parents already to take her home. One girl was complaining about the decorations Buffy had spent hours doing during saying it made the cabin look like her blind grandmothers house. Another one wanted to know exactly how far the boys’ cabins were and so on. They also spent an hour rearranging bunk beds and drawers, and setting up the boom box one girl brought while they spent another hour just confiscating all the items the girls had with them that were not allowed on campus such as junk food and fireworks.
By lunchtime Willow wanted out. She couldn’t believe Buffy convinced her to be a camp counselor this summer rather than taking courses at the university. But at least camp had Tara. She wanted to just run up to the stable and spend all day with Tara. Tara made the world disappear, time stopped when with her.
As she saw Tara enter the dining hall with a group of staffers her heart melted. With a smile on her face she watched as Tara scanned the room looking for her. As she observed her Willow thought about how much she wanted to run her fingers though her long blonde hair, how she wanted to caress her cheeks and look into her deep blue eyes, kiss her lips and hold her close. When their eyes met Willow felt her body get hot all over. Blushing, she waved her over to her table.
Now that the campers had arrived each cabin had an assigned table, even the staff. Tara looked over to where she had been assigned and it was completely in the opposite side of the room. She frowned slightly as she walked over to Willow who’d since stood up by the dining table waiting for her.
“I’m so far away.” Tara childishly kidded as she reached the redhead and stood in front of her.
Willow smiled again and shook her head. Tara was never far away. “Wanna sit?” she asked as she inhaled Tara’s scent. No matter what, Tara always smelled like vanilla. Even in the stables surrounded by horses and hay she smelled like vanilla.
“I don’t think I should.” Tara answered a bit troubled.
“Why not?” Willow asked even though she pretty much knew the reason.
“Coming through,” one of Willow’s campers, Jenn, said as she rushed in between the two girls and sat down in the middle of the table. Lunch today was ‘buffet style’ peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for all. All the kids were lined up in the front of the cafeteria waiting to make their lunches and it was total chaos.
Two more girls sat down at the table before Tara looked over at Willow and half smiled. “I’ll see you later… maybe?” she asked hoping she’d see her during the break. She knew Willow was extremely busy and she didn’t want to push.
Willow was heartbroken, “I’ll try. I can’t promise. I still…” She sadly frowned as she looked over to her table now holding three more of her girls.
Tara nodded, she understood. “Well, bye.” She half waved as she smiled at Willow. Her eyes remained with the green ones a bit longer before she turned away.
Willow wanted to say something else as she watched her walk away. But she didn’t, she couldn’t, she simply sighed and sat down at the edge of her table, watching as the blonde disappeared in the disorder of the dining hall.
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by bearskeeper » Fri Dec 28, 2001 4:39 pm
by Rane » Fri Dec 28, 2001 5:10 pm
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The following days passed extremely fast for Willow. She was so busy simply trying to do her job with the campers, playing the adult, settling them in, helping them bond and live peacefully together that the only times she saw Tara was when it was her groups turn to go horseback riding. And that had only been three times that week.
They had spoken a bit, smiled, and giggled a lot but Tara was insistent about not letting any of the kids get hurt and so their talks were always unfortunately cut short whenever the actual training began. Willow still refused to ride with them and instead did some of Tara’s chores in the stables while the blonde was off horseback riding with her campers and Buffy.
The only way Willow could think of to communicate more with Tara was through letters, letters she wrote to her at night. They started out as typical silly letters but ended up being very Willow like with much babble and many tangents. Tara’s replies were just the same. Hers sometimes even included little drawings and favorite verses from poems or novels. Both girls were so open in their letters that sometimes they’d blush just looking at each other the next time they met, knowing the secrets they were sharing.
Something that worried Willow was the fact Tara hadn’t yet come to one of the counselor bonfires, and she was beginning to think it was all her fault. She was so wrapped up helping her kids out that she never had the time to pass by after lunch anymore and invite her again to come and sleep over.
But Fridays at camp were different. They had a three hour break instead of two after lunch and this Friday Willow hurried to take care of everything her campers needed by the second hour. She rushed over to the stables leaving Buffy in charge of everything.
“Tara?” She breathlessly announced her presence once inside.
“Willow?”
Willow looked up to find the blonde was on a barrack of the roof reading one of her books. Tara smiled down at her as she bit her lower lip.
Willow sighed at the sight. “Hi.” Her eyes never gazed elsewhere as the blonde lowered herself to the ground with a bit of dexterity. Willow noticed her tight jeans cupped her backside really well. She had such a nice bum. Willow proceeded to open her mouth in shock and mentally scold herself.
Tara smiled as she walked up to the redhead trying to get strands of hay off her clothes. “Hi.” She then registered the flushed look on her friends face. “Are you ok?”
“Oh god yes. I mean, sorry! I’m just being-” Willow waved her hands in the air dismissing herself. “I’m sorry I haven’t been able to pass by sooner. My kids are so crazy. Two of them have the chickenpox and another one is so homesick already she’s tried to run away twice. And then-“ suddenly Tara’s fingers gently pressed up against her lips quieting the redhead.
“I understand.” Was all she said.
Willow knew Tara understood, she always did, and without realizing it Willow lovingly kissed the blondes fingertips in acknowledgment. Amazed she had done such a bold thing she hesitated to look up into the blue eyes staring at her. She could feel Tara’s eyes upon her and slowly lifted her gaze. Tara’s overwhelmed look quickly changed as she drew her lips into a smile and sighed. She slowly caressed Willow’s lips with her fingers only to have the redhead kiss them again.
Deliberately their bodies gravitated towards each other and Willow reached out to gently cup Tara’s face with her hands. Her skin was so soft, so velvety, so beautiful. She delicately caressed the high cheekbones with her thumbs while Tara’s fingers traveled down from the redhead’s lips towards her throat, tickling Willow in all the right spots.
Closer and closer their faces leaned. Almost there, almost kissing. Eyes were connected with eyes and their breathing was now the same slow rate.
“Willow!!!” Buffy yelled as she ran up the dirt road to the stable.
Both girls practically flew away from each other. Tara even stumbled over as she backed up into a stack of hay.
“Tara?” Willow asked rushing over to her concerned. She helped Tara balance herself out again and shook some of the hay off her.
“Willow!” Buffy yelled again, and once inside the barn she saw her. What she saw was her best friend gently rubbing the blondes’ lower back. Her eyes popped wide open. “Uh…”
Willow noticed her confused expression right away and explained. “Hay.”
“Hey.” Buffy said still a bit baffled.
Willow totally caught her drift and held up some of the hay she’d gathered from Tara’s back and hair. “Hay!” she said a bit more forcefully this time.
“Ooooh,” Buffy nodded and quickly got down to business. “Will, I think Jamie broke her arm.”
Jamie was Willow’s favorite camper, really shy and bookish like Willow. She was also tormented by a small group of girls at the camp and Willow loved being able to stand up for her since she was a counselor after all.
The redhead wondered if the camp nurse had the capabilities to x-ray Jamie’s arm or if they had to take her to a doctor in the nearby town. “Did you take her to Miss Calendar?”
“Yeah, but she’s crying for you. That’s why I ran all the way over here.” The Slayer replied. Tara noticed Buffy wasn’t breathing unevenly and hadn’t even broken a sweat. If that had been her she’d be so out of breath she’d probably pant the words out. But sometimes she did that naturally.
“Oh.” Willow’s heart ached. She looked over at Tara who nodded and silently told her it was all right for her to go. Willow turned back to Buffy and said, “I’ll be right there, you go ahead.”
“Fine. Hi, Tara. Bye, Tara.” Buffy said as she took of running back to the camp.
Once Willow noticed Buffy was far enough away she looked over at Tara, “I…”
“Go.” The blonde whispered.
“Are you ok?” the redhead asked. Tara nodded shyly again her eyes never leaving the green ones in front of her. “Will you come tonight? Please? T-to the bonfire.” Willow briskly asked. Tara giggled softly as she nodded her head again. “Great!” Willow exclaimed. “Great.” She said again trying to hide her delighted emotions, but it didn’t work. Tara grinned, she loved giddy Willow. “I’ll see you later then.” Willow said as she backed away.
Tara sadly smiled as her eyes lowered to the ground. Before she realized it Willow’s hands were quickly and gently holding her face up again and her lips were pressing against hers. Willow was kissing her. Tara hardly had anytime to process everything before Willow kissed her one last time before pulling back. “Bye.” she smiled at Tara as she walked backwards and out the barn.
Tara was too dazed to reply, all she could do was smile.
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